He took the glass from her as she handed it back to him, nodding his thanks. Lois took a small sip from hers, and sat it on the tray, then leaned back between them, bringing her hands down to rest on their thighs, closer to the knees this time.
“You were going to give me your testimony, unless you’d like to talk a little first.” she said lightly. “I don’t see you boys very often anymore, and I miss getting to see you at your swim meets, I used to come see you all the time!”
“Really?” Tom said, leaning forward to sit his half empty glass on the coffee table. “Not many people like to watch swimming. Do you have a favorite event?”
“Oh, the butterfly is my favorite! It’s amazing that you can move through the water like that!” She leaned forward and filled his glass for him, turning and lifting the pitcher toward Tim. He held his glass out, and she held his hand to steady it as she poured. “And the way your shoulders move, the way muscles flex as you throw your arms up like that! Well, I don’t need to go into that!”
She sat the pitcher back on the table and returned her hands to their legs, moving her hands a little higher this time. Neither of them objected, and she turned to look at them as she leaned back between them. Both their faces were flushed, and they were sweating lightly.
“You boys do look warm,” she said, putting a concerned look on her face. “Would you like me to turn up the air conditioning? Maybe if you loosen those ties, you’d be more comfortable too. I promise I won’t tell.” she added in a conspiratorial whisper.
Turning to Tim, she loosened his tie, and opened the top two buttons on his shirt, shaking the collar and holding it open, then blowing softly onto his chest. She turned to Tom and did the same thing, then picked up their glasses and handed them to the boys.
“Have some more punch,” she said. “That will help you cool down. Go on, drink up… that’s my good boys!”
“Thang you, Mishush Parger,” Tim slurred, then drained his glass and handed it too her.
“Tom, do you need a refill too?” she asked, turning to his brother.
He stared at her bleary eyed. “Yesh mama, I mean, ma’am.” He giggled at his mistake, and held his glass out to her. “Mother makes us call her Mother… I like mama better.”
Lois took the glass, but wrapped her arms around him, pulling his face against her small firm breasts. She stroked his hair softly as she moved his face in her cleavage. “That’s fine, honey. You can call me mama all you want. I like it.”
“So, do you boys do everything together? I mean, do you really like to do things together? Do you ever do anything like, go on dates together?”
“Oh, Mo… Mama doesn’t like us to date girls.” Tom said into her breasts. He had wrapped his arms around her, and was smiling as her nuzzled her tits. “She says she wants to find nice girls for us to marry.”
“Now, that’s just a shame! Big, strong, handsome boys like you! I’ll bet the girls are just throwing themselves all over you! That must be hard on you!”
“It’s hard all right,” she heard Tim mutter behind her.
“What was that Tim?” she asked, reaching down and peeling Tom’s arms from around her waist.
“I said, it can be dif… difficult some times. There’s so much temptation in the world. Mother says we have to be pure if we want to get into heaven.”
You ain’t seen temptation yet, you young stud! she thought. And in just a few minutes, I’m gonna take you to a heaven your mama probably never dreamed of!
She let go of Tom, and picked up her glass from the table, bringing it to her lips. Instead of taking a drink, she poured her drink down the front of her shirt.
“Oh, dear lord!” she said as she leapt to her feet. “Look what I’ve done now!”
She turned around so she was facing them, brushing at the front of her shirt. She was soaked to the skin, and her lacy bra was clearly visible through her shirt. They could see her nipples poking up stiffly thought both garments.
“I am so sorry, boys! I’m just such a klutz sometimes!” She shimmied out from behind the coffee table, making a show of it. “I better go change. Do you boys mind waiting?”
“No ma’am, we can wait.” they both said eagerly.
She snuck a glance at their crotches, and was glad to see that they both had good sized hard-ons stretching down the legs of their slacks now. She turned and walked toward the hall, stopping and picking up the remote from the end table. As she got to the entry to the hall. she turned and looked back at them. The boys were in an animated conversation, obviously about her.
It was time to turn up the heat a little bit more. She turned on the TV, and pressed play on the DVD player. Kyle had burned her a montage of cuts from their fourway cluster fuck last night before they’d left. It was a selection of shots from all four cameras, and she’d thought it was hot when she’d watched it. She hoped the twins liked it too.
Taking the remote with her, she went into her bedroom, tearing off her clothes as she went. Dashing into her closet, she started looking for the pink plaid skirt from last night, then stopped, a wicked grin crossing her face. She went back into the bedroom and picked up the grey skirt she’d shortened. Picking it up, she looking at it critically, then slipped it on quickly, not bothering to zip it up, then stepped over in front of the mirror.
Fuckin-A! she thought. This is perfect, and I know just what to add for that special look!
She went back into the closet and took down a starched white blouse, pulled a pair of black thigh high stockings with a seam up the back out of a drawer, and found her black four inch heels in their box. She went back into the bedroom and tossed everything on the bed.
She stuck her head out into the hall, and called out to the boys.
“Are you okay in there, boys? I’ll only be a couple more minutes, I want to rinse the punch out of my bra, it’s my favorite!”
Not waiting for an answer, she went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth under the tap, running it over her chest and tummy to clean off the margarita mix before it got sticky. She slipped her fingers between her legs, running them through the slit of her pussy. She was soaking wet already! She decided to leave her pussy like it was, and dried her upper body quickly. She spritzed her hair heavily, raking a brush through it, pulling it back to give herself a more severe look. Back in the bedroom, she got her reading glasses off the nightstand, then started dressing.
Slipping the blouse on, she buttoned the bottom three, leaving the rest open. Then she tucked the blouse into the short skirt, pulled up the zipper, and closed the clasp. Next came the stockings, then the shoes. She looked over at the mirror and saw exactly what she’d hoped for. The nympho librarian from hell! The only change she made was to turn up the cuffs twice so they were on her forearms, instead of at her wrists.
Moving over in front of the mirror, she looked at herself, tugging and adjusting her clothes. In the front, the skirt came down about two inches below her shaved pussylips. She turned side on, and could see that the back barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. Turning back around, she spread her feet shoulder width apart, and noticed that her hairless pussylips were just barely concealed. Perching the glasses on the end of her nose, she folded her arms under her breasts, smiling at her reflection.
As she started for the door, she had a nagging feeling that she was forgetting something, or that there was a vital element missing. She was slapping her hand against her leg when it hit her, making her grin wickedly. Opening the bottom drawer of her desk, she lifted some papers and saw what she was looking for. Her eighteen inch wooden ruler.
Stopping in front of the mirror one last time, her hip cocked to one side, she smacked the ruler into her palm. She felt her pussy flutter as she looked at her reflection. God, I hope they don’t cum in their pants when they see me, she thought.
Striding out the door, she scooped up the remote and headed down the hall. She stopped behind the couch, watching the boys from behind. She could see that they weren’t obviously jerking off, so she doubted if they had their cocks out. But from the way they were breathing, she could tell that they were at least touching themselves.
They were talking quietly, pointing at the screen every so often. They were so enraptured by the action on the screen, it never occurred to them to look and see if she was coming out of her bedroom.
“Oh my god!” She shrieked. “What are you boys watching? Where did you find that? Oh dear, this is
